Chapter 4:
The walk is slow and uneventful before we reach a crossing near a room called 'Patient Effects', where an army of armed guards stood in a formation I recognised as being the one they use to transport prisoners, sorry 'patient's. "Hold up!" one of the men escorting me ordered with a hand gesture that I'm sure means to stop. We came to a halt instantly and I quickly felt the need ... no the desire to escape. I looked at my situation and came up with a possible escape plan. Since the guards are a little distracted with the hold up to notice me slip out of my handcuffs. I think I could take them if I had the use of my hands. I'll then knock two out and crawl through the vent I see to my left in order to flee this place.
I move my hands slightly and get to work before anybody realises what I am doing. I listen in on the men while doing so in order to make sure I time my escape perfectly. "Sorry Officer, transfer from one of the cells, sir! Catwomans tried to do a Harry Houdini again, sir. So we're moving her to a more secure cell just in case, sir! May I ask who is your charge, sir?" A privates voice spoke with false confidence. Obviously the guy was new and terrified of his current postion. You should of transfered kid, should of transferred. I look slightly forward to see a woman wearing skin-tight, black, leather catsuit amongst the guards with identical handcuffs to mine. Like me she's struggling to get out of them but isn't having any luck. The woman's face has fairly pretty, with black eyeliner and scarlet lipstick. She displayed her chest tauntingly at the guards but this apparently was an outdated technique and the guards paid her no mind. Other then the catsuit, she wore tough, durable boots and had scarlet glazed goggle positioned on the top of the catsuit's hood that reminded me comedically of the ears of a feline. Everything about her was familiar but I couldn't figure out why? I looked down and got on with the task a head. I'll leave her to create a distraction so I can escape. It will be hard enough to get out of here on my own with out a tag along.
"You know the case of the Brigham county murders a month ago? With those ten cops? You're looking at their killer! Young girl, found near the last guy covered in blood and who knows what else. One of the men who arrested her was ... let's just say a little rough. Got thrown into a wall or something causing her memory to go pop! Don't even know her own name, the little bitch!" I. Am. Not. A. Bitch. Plain and simple. And I don't believe that I would of done those kinds of things. These men are obviously liars or being manipulated into thinking I'm the killer of those men they speak of. I may not know my history, or precisely how to use a fork, but I know my own heart and it tells me that I wouldn't kill a man even if my life depended on it.
"What do you call her then?" I stop my hand short and risk a second look up at the two men. I needed to know something back in my cell. Something very important. Was it my name? Was that the thing that keeps me awake at night? I need to know!
"Inmate 2013 but the lads call her 'The Queen of Hearts' after her little stunt!" The Queen of Hearts? Not a name I suppose but I think it's a title of some sorts. A book maybe? Um ... I think it's 'Alice in Wonderland' - Heaven knows that Gotham hasn't had enough of their characters. I continue with my struggle with these infernal handcuffs. I slipped my hand slightly out without them seeing and since my arms were positioned near my thighs, then I had no problem with sliding the other one out. I held the cuffs convincingly before sneaking another look up at this 'Catwoman'. She was the one from before on the TV near my cell. Surely she is important enough to create a sizeable amount of distraction while I escape. I met her eyes and something clicked inside my mind. Don't leave her. For God's sake, don't leave her. She's trustworthy; she's someone who is close to me. Don't leave her here. I winked in way that I suppose signalled to her that I had successfully escaped the cuffs. She winked back.
So had she.